The noble king did firstly
quench with his hand the light.
To where the dame was lying
then ventured that bold knight.
He stretch’d himself beside her:
his joy could not be told
As in his arms the hero
the lovely one did fold.
The noble king did firstly
quench with his hand the light.
To where the dame was lying
then ventured that bold knight.
He stretch’d himself beside her:
his joy could not be told
As in his arms the hero
the lovely one did fold.